For the lonely, the bridge is a seam
between two skies.

- Julia B. Levine
excerpt from Golden Gate

It's heartbreaking some days, the beauty of language.

I have walked away, away from words. Between productivity and creativity, a division is made and I have lived in an urgency to get this done and that started. Everything is a checklist to the next set of things undone things, people untended.

Deep in the fog of work and chores, I have wasted days. Still, words stirred, called to me. Come back, they urged.

The birds move like ballet dancers in the air
but sound like truckers at a roadside bar.

- Debra Smith
from Terns flock to Everett paper mill after it closes

Today, I woke again, startled. After days of numb, I am drawn to an evocative line, a catchy phrase, the whirl of words. How had I missed them? How I had missed them!

Silence can be a plan
rigorously executed

the blueprint to a life

It is a presence
it has a history a form

Do not confuse it
with any kind of absence

- Adrienne Rich
excerpt from Cartographies of Silence

What words call you? What lines or phrases draw you in, bring you back to yourself?